• Please visit and share your knowledge at our sister communities:
  • If you have not, please join our official Homebrewing Facebook Group!

    Homebrewing Facebook Group

Remember when...

Homebrew Talk

Help Support Homebrew Talk:

This site may earn a commission from merchant affiliate links, including eBay, Amazon, and others.
_facebook_38017.jpg
 
skitchin', bumper skiing... whatever you want to call it

after it snowed, before the streets were plowed (or even after, if it was a big enough snow), would grab a passing car's bumper and let it drag you down the street. first did this in northern Virginia, you could basically count on 1 good snow a season to do this.

after HS, I moved to Atlanta and the very first winter we had a big snowstorm (same storm hit DC & Air Florida 90 went into the Potomac). well... 4 inches over 3 days in Atlanta is a HUGE storm, especially when it would thaw only a little during the day, then freeze overnight, then another inch of snow

so, since I seemed to be the only person in the city who knew how to drive in that kind of weather, it was me driving my '75 Skylark down the frozen/snowy road & a dozen drunken Georgia rednecks hanging off the sides and back of my car
 
We had a Ranchero when I was in 4th-6th grade. If we were just driving into town, I could usually ride in the bed but going to church Sunday mornings or during the 2.5 hour trips to the coast I had to kneel on the spare tire behind my mom's seat. My mom now marvels that I never complained, but what kind of idiot would complain when you are going to the beach??!??!

347849_932b201037_low_res.JPG
 
Similar, my friend Sean drove me the longish 30-mile drive to high school in an orange beetle with rusted out floorboards. High school was early, so we drove in the dark, the cold dark morning. Watched the road go by underfoot, a mesmerizing gray streak between two pine 1x4s. We cranked the heat in that winter and played Yessongs as loud as the little german speakers would play, and it was alright.

I didn't realize then that those were golden moments that I would remember on a beer forum 40 years later. No way to know at the time what will later be the hallmarks in your life.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M

And beetles were not known for having an abundance of heat either ... :D
 
skitchin', bumper skiing... whatever you want to call it

after it snowed, before the streets were plowed (or even after, if it was a big enough snow), would grab a passing car's bumper and let it drag you down the street. first did this in northern Virginia, you could basically count on 1 good snow a season to do this.

after HS, I moved to Atlanta and the very first winter we had a big snowstorm (same storm hit DC & Air Florida 90 went into the Potomac). well... 4 inches over 3 days in Atlanta is a HUGE storm, especially when it would thaw only a little during the day, then freeze overnight, then another inch of snow

so, since I seemed to be the only person in the city who knew how to drive in that kind of weather, it was me driving my '75 Skylark down the frozen/snowy road & a dozen drunken Georgia rednecks hanging off the sides and back of my car

That was the after school activity of choice for many of us in jr. high on snowy days in South Dakota. We would sneak behind one of the school buses parked along the street in front of the school, grab the bumper, wait for it to pull out and off we'd go. There would be 3 or 4 guys in a row hanging on to that bus bumper. We would try to see who could hold on the longest. By the time we got to about 20 mph, our feet would slide out from under us and we would be left behind. Luckily there were never any cars following close.

That takes me back.
 
skitchin', bumper skiing... whatever you want to call it

after it snowed, before the streets were plowed (or even after, if it was a big enough snow), would grab a passing car's bumper and let it drag you down the street. first did this in northern Virginia, you could basically count on 1 good snow a season to do this.

after HS, I moved to Atlanta and the very first winter we had a big snowstorm (same storm hit DC & Air Florida 90 went into the Potomac). well... 4 inches over 3 days in Atlanta is a HUGE storm, especially when it would thaw only a little during the day, then freeze overnight, then another inch of snow

so, since I seemed to be the only person in the city who knew how to drive in that kind of weather, it was me driving my '75 Skylark down the frozen/snowy road & a dozen drunken Georgia rednecks hanging off the sides and back of my car
Skitchin'. That's what we call it in the Northeast too. Use to do that in the back Bay of Boston. First time I ever had a gun pulled on me doing that to someone's car. Good times.
 
I gotta ask, if that wasn't your first.. how many times have you had a gun pulled on you?
Second time was uniformed officer. Use to head to the bad section of town to buy when underage. Slipped into an alley to divy the booze out of a duffel bag when we heard "freeze" Robbery just happened around the corner. Instant puddling.
 
Sticking with the picture theme: we had something like this as a kid. The seats flipped up covering the spare tire on the floor and maybe a can of gas. The most dangerous thing was the back of the seat was made of sheet metal and would definitely cut you if not carefulView attachment 418629

And we all smoked stuff back there
 
skitchin', bumper skiing... whatever you want to call it

after it snowed, before the streets were plowed (or even after, if it was a big enough snow), would grab a passing car's bumper and let it drag you down the street. first did this in northern Virginia, you could basically count on 1 good snow a season to do this.

after HS, I moved to Atlanta and the very first winter we had a big snowstorm (same storm hit DC & Air Florida 90 went into the Potomac). well... 4 inches over 3 days in Atlanta is a HUGE storm, especially when it would thaw only a little during the day, then freeze overnight, then another inch of snow

so, since I seemed to be the only person in the city who knew how to drive in that kind of weather, it was me driving my '75 Skylark down the frozen/snowy road & a dozen drunken Georgia rednecks hanging off the sides and back of my car

Now that is a flashback, I remember skitchin! When I was a kid in New York after a good snow fall, we would wait in the bushes at the corner house. When a car (usually driven by an elderly person) would stop at the stop sign we would sneak up to the rear of the car, grab the bumper and get in a sitting position and go for a ride on the snow covered street. The UPS drivers were the best when they figured out you were riding on the back they would fishtail on purpose to knock you off into the snow bank on the sides of the road.

Then one day we got caught by Officer Sullivan. I'll never forget this, Officer Sullivan lined us all up on the sidewalk and gave us a good chewing out. Then as he drove away one of my crazier friends was riding on the back of Officer Sullivan's cruiser and he waived to us as he went by!! Great memory!

John
 
Trying to listen in on the party lines, or just trying to get a chance to call your friend to see if he was home, before you walked or rode your bike a mile to visit.
 
I want to say it was NBC broadcast a NFL game w/o announcers....just “sounds of the game”?

wish that was an option these days, I'm tired of the idiots on the TV, think I'd rather hear the stadium announcer

then again, I usually turn down the TV and listen to the radio announcers

Sonny, Larry, Cooley & Doc! HTTR!
 
don't know why, but I started thinking and trying to remember a clock our family had when I was growing up. moved around with us (Dad was Army) quite a bit, I remember it hanging on different walls, but couldn't remember the exact pattern

REMEMBER WHEN... something like this would remain a mystery?

today: 1 minute and a Google image search later

il_570xN.777268114_g99w.jpg
 
Back
Top